No Taste for Revelry

Lae'zel doesn't wish to join in the revelry going on at Last Light Inn after a boatload of tieflings and gnomes she helped liberate arrive at Last Light. She's defied Vlaakith and been branded traitor, and the Absolute lives still. She's grateful that such a capable swordsman and sparring partner as Cal was able to be rescued, but still, this is no time for revelry.Agreeing to patrol the perimeter, she's surprised to see the source of her bruises (once from his rescue, once from deciding to spar with him and finding him capable) in no mood to celebrate either.Perhaps two people with no taste for revelry might have a taste for each other.(Set in the same fictional universe as my Tavaria stories but not part of my main series - exclusively about these two. They might just be my actual favorite pair to write.)